Post by Madi on Apr 27, 2014 23:07:56 GMT -5
Don't Fear The Dark
It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
The Ocean. The lap of the unsteady waters against creaking wood, and the sleep squawks of awkward seagulls, the last of them flying literally in to their perches, and others scrambling to find the fronds of palms, or some convenient limb not taken by those vicious Mockingbirds. Almighty Divines, not the mockingbirds, Crowe thought, throwing up a hand to massage her last encounter with said bird from the scabs atop her head. Vicious indeed.
Still, Crowe smiled as she sat on the pier, the Sailors now long gone having already dumped their cargo into the various warehouses and coin into various hands, some of the black market come and gone. Some Nightwalkers, like and unlike her, roamed the streets behind her, picking up scraps, fighting over the smallest coin. She wondered if they lived here, if some of them were vampires, or if they had stowed away, as many of them were gaunt. She tried not to look however, as many would see such as an invitation for conversation. She sighed. No... she was in no mood for conversation... or a 'nice' mugging.
Her mind reached behind her, a sort of slithering effect while she closed her eyes. Comfortably aware of where the others stood, she let their eyes feed into her mind, each perspective new and different. "It's MINE!" One growled, "I saw it first!" and he clawed the other Nightwalker who hissed and spat. Crowe's eyes fluttered open, as she regained her mind, reassuring herself that whatever the other one had found did not belong to her, and magic was a tricky thing if she was not careful.
She inhaled deeply, put a hand to her knee and stood, the minute muscles in her one wing flinching, while the other nub of a wing simply twitched and wiggled. She tried not to notice one she gained her footing, the wood of the pier creaking beneath her feet. Readjusting her poncho so that it did not choke her, she glanced behind her, hearing the hard footsteps of someone... approaching? Her breathe unsteadied, and in the dim light of her Mother Moon, she looked down at her shadow, felt the tingle of her claws, and turned around, ready to fall into the water and flounder like a dry fish.
"Oye, Watch y'er wing y'feck!" And the sailor shoveled past. Crowe stumbled a step back, but recovered easily enough, just enough to save herself from a dip in salt water. "A-a... I'm Sorry, I-," But the Sailor held his hand up in some retort, not even wanting to hear an explanation. Crowe sighed and shrugged, not bothering to enter into his mind. He was probably chosen to watch over the ships is all, and miss out on a nights's worth of drinking. He yawned and disappeared behind the ship's mast, the white sails folded as neatly as a crew of land-starved maties could muster. She giggles, quickly drawing up loose fist to her lips to quiet herself. This was no place for a child.
She rolled back her shoulders and walked on, her mind filtering through the various bars she had found in the Nightwalker's minds just moments ago. Maybe, thought she, Maybe I can find some way to earn some coin tonight. Very purposefully she walked down the streets of Tochigi, her mind entering various households as families read their books and sang their last lullabies to their children, whilst the haunts of bars chanted and spilled both revels and liquor. Her stomach rumbled.
Her Mind Wanders
"She Speaks"
She Acts.
OOC: N/A
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